Disclaimer: We do go through this a lot, don't we? You must be tired of it,
so am I. But still. here it goes: I do not own Beyblade!
Ray heard the wind whistle madly by his ears and realized he was falling. Vaguely he remembered that the cliff was at least twenty metres high, maybe even higher. Without thinking much, he stretched out his arms in hope to grab something to slow his fall. No use, for his fingers only brushed against the rocks. Then he hit something solid. The impact knocked the air out of him. For a long while he lay there, doing nothing but trying to breath properly. When he could finally get some air into his lungs, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on a narrow ledge on the cliff, halfway between the top and the surface of the water. Ray sighed heavily, saying "caught between a rock and a hard place" would be describing his situation a little too lightly.
Suddenly something caught his eyes. He turned his head a little to take a better look, and saw on the rock a green beyblade. Max's beyblade. It must have fallen out of his pocket when he fell.
"Max!" Ray gasped, and tried to get up.
He regretted the impulse almost immediately; the throbbing pain in his body flared up when he tried to move, almost rendering him unconscious. He clenched his teeth and rolled onto his side. The small movement made his world spin like crazy. He ignored it and looked down the stony cliff. Max was nowhere to be seen, only bare rocks and smooth but ever moving water.
"Oh my god." Ray choked on his own words, "Max, where are you?"
Suddenly as if responding to his questions, the green beyblade began to glow, as if saying some urgent message. Ray turned and looked, and found a bright violet light covering the entire blade. He took the blade in his hand. It glowed even more furiously, and it was hot to his touch.
Then Ray understood. He took the bit chip from the blade, and with the last of his strength, snapped the chip into two pieces. A beam of violet light shot from the broken bit chip and flew down the cliff like an arrow released from the bow. The beam of light plunged into the water, sending white foam flying everywhere. Then the water was smooth again, but one can catch a glimpse of a moving shadow, as if some giant creature was there.
Ray closed his eyes and murmured, "Save him, Draciel. I won't take the alternate solution."
That was the last thing he said, before darkness claimed him.
The great phoenix, with Tyson on his back, flew down the cliff. He flew away from the cliff, so there would be more air for his vast, fiery wings.
Suddenly Tyson shouted, "Dranzer, I saw a person on a ledge of the cliff."
The phoenix turned his keen eyes towards the stony wall and said, "That's Ray."
Tyson started shouting, "Ray! Over here!"
"He can not hear you." Replied the phoenix, "He is unconscious."
"Then how are we going to get him?" Tyson asked worriedly.
The phoenix looked at the rock cliff hard, "There is only one way. Hold on tight."
With that the firebird rose high in the air, gaining altitude. Then he collected his wings and dove down like a falcon. Tyson held on to the phoenix's neck with all his might, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid the cutting air. The phoenix stretched out his talons and snatched up the unconscious teen on the cliff ledge like a pray, the he was careful not to dig his talons into the boy. He flew up the cliff again, dropping Ray on the ground softly and then landed. Tyson climbed down from his back, he was drenched in cold sweat,
"Dude, don't do that again, ever!" He exclaimed, "You are too huge for that trick!"
"It is not for you to say, dragon boy." The firebird replied calmly.
Tyson turned to find paramedics and policemen standing beside him, and Kai was already lying on a stretcher. However they were all staring at Dranzer with bulging eyes, oblivious to anything else. It was not until Kenny and Shea got Ray onto a stretcher had they wake up. They hurried over to examine the teen.
Tyson asked loudly, "Are they going to be ok, doctor?"
One middle-aged man answered, "We need to get them to hospital right now."
The paramedics were already pushing the stretchers away to the road where they parked the ambulances.
A police officer said to Tyson, "You should come with us, young man. We need to know what happened."
Tyson didn't respond, he barely heard the question. He stared at the sea and gasped, "Max!"
Without another word he jumped onto the back of the great phoenix, knowing his thoughts, the firebird took off down the cliff.
The police officer stared after the bird incredulously. Shea hurried over and explained, "Tyson went looking for our friend officer. He was shot and fell down the cliff."
The officer asked, "Your friend was shot and fell down the cliff?"
Both children nodded, a little teary eyed.
The officer tuned his radio and said a few words, then he turned to the children. He sighed and said, "I have called search boats. Come on, let's search along the beach and see if we can find him."
He led Shea and Kenny along the seashore, calling for their friend. But they all know the chance is very slim.
Tyson was growing very worried and frustrated. He and Dranzer circled above the water, calling Max's name. He knew it's hardly useful, but there was nothing else he can do. The phoenix was on his seventh loop, and even Tyson was desperate.
"Max, come on!" He shouted, "You can't do this to us! Max!"
He was almost crying.
"Do not lose hope." Said the phoenix, still in a cool voice.
"I won't." Tyson replied stubbornly and shouted more, "Max! I know you are alive! So just answer me! Give me a sign at least."
As soon as he said those words a column of violet light shot into the sky, casting a strange hue onto the grey twilight. The dark water roared.
Tyson stared, wide eyed. Finally he laughed, "Draciel!"
Dranzer gave a joyful cry and flew down and landed the beach. Shea and Kenny were also there with the police officer. They stood there, watching and waiting. The violet light moved closer swiftly, finally a giant tortoise broke out of the waves. He was enormous, and his shell bore a flashing violet sheen.
The tortoise raised his head and said in a deep voice, " Do not worry, he is here now."
On his back sat a fair-haired boy, pale and weak, but still smiling.
Max was rushed to the hospital. He was weak from blood loss and the cold water, and he was barely conscious. But he was definitely alive, and that made his friends so joyful they didn't even notice that their saviours disappeared. In a flash of light Dranzer and Draciel were gone. In their place were two small stones.
Shea picked up the two stones. One was red with the image of a phoenix carved in gold; another was green with the image of a giant tortoise carved in indigo. She smiled and passed the two stones to Kenny and Tyson. They all laughed with mirth at the sight.
Tyson said happily, "Let's go to the hospital. I think Kai and Max would be very happy to see them."
Ray heard the wind whistle madly by his ears and realized he was falling. Vaguely he remembered that the cliff was at least twenty metres high, maybe even higher. Without thinking much, he stretched out his arms in hope to grab something to slow his fall. No use, for his fingers only brushed against the rocks. Then he hit something solid. The impact knocked the air out of him. For a long while he lay there, doing nothing but trying to breath properly. When he could finally get some air into his lungs, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on a narrow ledge on the cliff, halfway between the top and the surface of the water. Ray sighed heavily, saying "caught between a rock and a hard place" would be describing his situation a little too lightly.
Suddenly something caught his eyes. He turned his head a little to take a better look, and saw on the rock a green beyblade. Max's beyblade. It must have fallen out of his pocket when he fell.
"Max!" Ray gasped, and tried to get up.
He regretted the impulse almost immediately; the throbbing pain in his body flared up when he tried to move, almost rendering him unconscious. He clenched his teeth and rolled onto his side. The small movement made his world spin like crazy. He ignored it and looked down the stony cliff. Max was nowhere to be seen, only bare rocks and smooth but ever moving water.
"Oh my god." Ray choked on his own words, "Max, where are you?"
Suddenly as if responding to his questions, the green beyblade began to glow, as if saying some urgent message. Ray turned and looked, and found a bright violet light covering the entire blade. He took the blade in his hand. It glowed even more furiously, and it was hot to his touch.
Then Ray understood. He took the bit chip from the blade, and with the last of his strength, snapped the chip into two pieces. A beam of violet light shot from the broken bit chip and flew down the cliff like an arrow released from the bow. The beam of light plunged into the water, sending white foam flying everywhere. Then the water was smooth again, but one can catch a glimpse of a moving shadow, as if some giant creature was there.
Ray closed his eyes and murmured, "Save him, Draciel. I won't take the alternate solution."
That was the last thing he said, before darkness claimed him.
The great phoenix, with Tyson on his back, flew down the cliff. He flew away from the cliff, so there would be more air for his vast, fiery wings.
Suddenly Tyson shouted, "Dranzer, I saw a person on a ledge of the cliff."
The phoenix turned his keen eyes towards the stony wall and said, "That's Ray."
Tyson started shouting, "Ray! Over here!"
"He can not hear you." Replied the phoenix, "He is unconscious."
"Then how are we going to get him?" Tyson asked worriedly.
The phoenix looked at the rock cliff hard, "There is only one way. Hold on tight."
With that the firebird rose high in the air, gaining altitude. Then he collected his wings and dove down like a falcon. Tyson held on to the phoenix's neck with all his might, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid the cutting air. The phoenix stretched out his talons and snatched up the unconscious teen on the cliff ledge like a pray, the he was careful not to dig his talons into the boy. He flew up the cliff again, dropping Ray on the ground softly and then landed. Tyson climbed down from his back, he was drenched in cold sweat,
"Dude, don't do that again, ever!" He exclaimed, "You are too huge for that trick!"
"It is not for you to say, dragon boy." The firebird replied calmly.
Tyson turned to find paramedics and policemen standing beside him, and Kai was already lying on a stretcher. However they were all staring at Dranzer with bulging eyes, oblivious to anything else. It was not until Kenny and Shea got Ray onto a stretcher had they wake up. They hurried over to examine the teen.
Tyson asked loudly, "Are they going to be ok, doctor?"
One middle-aged man answered, "We need to get them to hospital right now."
The paramedics were already pushing the stretchers away to the road where they parked the ambulances.
A police officer said to Tyson, "You should come with us, young man. We need to know what happened."
Tyson didn't respond, he barely heard the question. He stared at the sea and gasped, "Max!"
Without another word he jumped onto the back of the great phoenix, knowing his thoughts, the firebird took off down the cliff.
The police officer stared after the bird incredulously. Shea hurried over and explained, "Tyson went looking for our friend officer. He was shot and fell down the cliff."
The officer asked, "Your friend was shot and fell down the cliff?"
Both children nodded, a little teary eyed.
The officer tuned his radio and said a few words, then he turned to the children. He sighed and said, "I have called search boats. Come on, let's search along the beach and see if we can find him."
He led Shea and Kenny along the seashore, calling for their friend. But they all know the chance is very slim.
Tyson was growing very worried and frustrated. He and Dranzer circled above the water, calling Max's name. He knew it's hardly useful, but there was nothing else he can do. The phoenix was on his seventh loop, and even Tyson was desperate.
"Max, come on!" He shouted, "You can't do this to us! Max!"
He was almost crying.
"Do not lose hope." Said the phoenix, still in a cool voice.
"I won't." Tyson replied stubbornly and shouted more, "Max! I know you are alive! So just answer me! Give me a sign at least."
As soon as he said those words a column of violet light shot into the sky, casting a strange hue onto the grey twilight. The dark water roared.
Tyson stared, wide eyed. Finally he laughed, "Draciel!"
Dranzer gave a joyful cry and flew down and landed the beach. Shea and Kenny were also there with the police officer. They stood there, watching and waiting. The violet light moved closer swiftly, finally a giant tortoise broke out of the waves. He was enormous, and his shell bore a flashing violet sheen.
The tortoise raised his head and said in a deep voice, " Do not worry, he is here now."
On his back sat a fair-haired boy, pale and weak, but still smiling.
Max was rushed to the hospital. He was weak from blood loss and the cold water, and he was barely conscious. But he was definitely alive, and that made his friends so joyful they didn't even notice that their saviours disappeared. In a flash of light Dranzer and Draciel were gone. In their place were two small stones.
Shea picked up the two stones. One was red with the image of a phoenix carved in gold; another was green with the image of a giant tortoise carved in indigo. She smiled and passed the two stones to Kenny and Tyson. They all laughed with mirth at the sight.
Tyson said happily, "Let's go to the hospital. I think Kai and Max would be very happy to see them."